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Julian Rose ~ You May Wake Up, … But Will You Get Out of Bed?

Another right on message from Julian Rose … a call to reveal Love through Truth and action, along with finding your Divine life purpose:

You May Wake Up, … But Will You Get Out of Bed?

by Julian Rose

Each one of us came here with a purpose.

Either we decided, or a higher being decided on our behalf, that our spirit would attach to a particular physical body which would manifest itself through the act of conjugation between a particular man and a particular woman.

Well yes, you might say..that may be..but does this necessarily imply having ‘a purpose’? Or are we simply the result of a chance vibratory attraction that has no particular calling or reason to be?

Those of an atheistic, non believing persuasion, may opt for the chance vibratory connection; believing the Universe to be an arbitrary collection of orbs, energies and vortexes that have fallen into certain patters by chance – with no innate order suggesting the hand of a ‘cosmic conductor’ in the background.

To such individuals, everything happens either by chance or by an act of purely human will. For those of this persuasion ‘coincidence’ is just that – even if it occurs with surprising regularity and produces some startling results – the view remains “that’s just luck”.

Those who live their lives this way can’t fully wake-up. That is to say, they cannot – or will not – become conscious of the power of a higher source that works with them and through them, if so encouraged.

They cannot experience or imagine themselves as a part of that higher consciousness, if they do not believe it exists.

Thus life has a built in loneliness for such individuals, demanding various forms of compensation to make daily living a worthwhile experience. One finds many scientists falling into this category. Some at least are curious about a state of higher consciousness – but nevertheless have to ‘prove’ the existence of this ‘God Particle‘ via elaborate and hugely costly experiments. Once having ‘found it’ however, they do not themselves experience any transformatory inner change, metamorphosis of being, or greatly expanded consciousness. They just carry the knowledge as though it were separate from themselves – needing a vast super conductor experiment to reveal some outward sign of its existence.

Then next come ‘the believers’. Those who have had some reason to believe in a higher source of existence beyond our purely earthly cares and needs. Many will have come to this belief through some form of religious persuasion. Maybe a near death experience; maybe something that is simply inherited from elders; something latched onto out of a need to feel protected – or just the need to give some meaning to life.

Many who fill this description operate according to certain moral principles originally derived from biblical sources. They also carry within ‘the fear of God’, worrying that if they step out of line they may be punished. They need priests, gurus and various hierarchical figures to give them direction throughout this life.

They too cannot become fully awake; held back from following their deeper intuition by fear of transgressing the boundaries of socially acceptable behaviour, or through harbouring a simple fear of the unknown.

So that leaves the ‘waking-up’ to a rather small number of individuals who have rejected, or transcended, the first two states described above – and have moved onto the broader and deeper ‘path of discovery’. A path which leads through a number of initiatory levels of experience quite unfamiliar to the majority.

Experiences that involve piercing the veil of illusion and confronting the truth. Of allowing the inner voice to overrule intellectual deductions – or confirm them. These souls are guided by a higher consciousness. A higher consciousness which they recognise themselves as being innately connected to.

It is only amongst this group of individuals that one will find those who can be said to be ‘awake’ in the fuller sense of the word. Individuals able to discern right from wrong; not because of some extended studies in human psychology, but out of a deep intuition whose source is Divine.

A source that prompts recognition that this is indeed ‘The Age of Truth’. That those who are awake are in awe of its powers and in harmony with its intent. Yes, it has intent. The big question is: what is it?

What is the intent behind Truth? And how is it to express itself? How is it to be expressed?

The intent behind Truth is the catalysed desire for the full expression of Essence. The ‘I am that I am’ rising with each dawn of each day and spreading its rays in glorious affirmation. A vast outpouring of all that ‘Is’; so that all that Truth touches is permeated with the realisation of its Divine and ever fecund potentiality. We can be that touchstone.

When we experience this wave of Truth, we rightly call it Love. For that is what it is. Love is Truth and Truth is Love – they are an interchangeable feast. And like all good feasts, they attract indulgence – and it would be foolish indeed to resist such – for it is necessary to satiate this thirst which is common to us all and knows no limits or boundaries in its scope; just as the Universe cannot know of any limitations to its infinitely expansive potential.

Energy expressed through Love-Truth is the summation of the all by the one – and one by the all.

It is the manifestation of the glory of life.

So, bringing us back to Earth, ‘coming awake’ is the act of joining-in this feast; whose first course is an introductory glimpse of Love-Truth, and whose main course promises a fuller comprehension of its manifested expression within ourselves – and without. And it is precisely here where we face the biggest challenge to our authenticity.

The main course, in all its glory, is unattainable while our centre of gravity remains essentially inward looking; while we remain only intent upon attaining the inner flowering and its attendant awakening of an initial state of ‘awareness’. The main course is only attainable when we reach out and take action, beyond the confines of the self.

Therefore I say, you may wake-up – but will you get out of bed?

Things can seem very cosy under the early morning warmth of our sheets and blankets. There is that enduring sense of protection which cossets us, oh so pleasantly, and a lingering sleepiness that has its own pacifying affect over our minds and bodies – so maybe we don’t really need to get out of bed after all .. Can’t we just stop at the first course and savour its delights for as long as they last .. and not trouble ourselves with the main course at all? That way we can live our lives in scented spaces of wakeful awareness, free from the subversive frictions emanating forth from a world gone drastically off-course – while we dreamed. A world still waiting for the equally drastic reorientation which can save it from apocalyptic implosion. Can’t we reach our promised land without having to grapple with that chaotic state of planetary distress?

The answer to that question brings us to the fourth level. A level that represents the final initiation for those who are ‘aware’ but have yet to cross the threshold into fuller consciousness of their divine purpose here on Earth. Those who have not yet got out of bed.

For, as I said at the start, each of us has such a purpose – and it’s just a question of how early or late we come to recognise this and put it into practice as the main driving force of our lives.

The sooner we do, the sooner the transformation of our planetary chaos can take place. The sooner the conviction becomes expressed as outer action, the sooner the vampiric forces that have lived off our dead matter – are fired.

So the sooner you transfer the resonance of these words into a determination to put them into practice – the sooner the forces of love will come flying to your side and guide you in the path of Truth. It is not ‘Truth’ when confined to dialogue, however erudite. That is the sign-post to truth, but not truth itself. It is not Truth until it willingly comes face to face with all that captures, oppresses, diverts and subdues the genius of human creativity and love – and determines to overcome it – in service to humanity and to this planet which is our garden.

This is the year when we leave behind our story telling and move right into the story itself – forging its destiny through millions of real, pragmatic, on-the-ground purposeful actions. Actions that refuse to be thwarted, even by the most heinous plans, laid in stealth by the sterile operatives of a moribund status quo.

This is the year when ‘we the people’ take back our destinies and join together in mending the broken limbs of this planetary home – of which we are the true trustees and guardians.

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Julian is an early pioneer of UK organic farming, an international activist, actor and author of ‘In Defence of Life – A Radical Reworking of Green Wisdom’ see http://www.julianrose.info
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Alan Watts ~ The Way of Waking Up

Thanks, David!

I’m including the YouTube “About” description, because the excerpt of “Joyous Cosmology” arrived so synchronously! I’ve been studying the leaf color of my acorn squash in milk crates, trying to determine if those plants really need to go in the ground for more consistent moisture levels, and can I safely get them into the ground at this stage when they’re already flowering and bearing fruit? I do love how Alan Watts messages particularly tend to lend themselves towards synchronous winks:

What does it mean, to awaken? A short movie narrated by Alan Watts…

http://alanwatts.com/

“So then, here’s the drama. My metaphysics, let me be perfectly frank with you, are that there is the central Self, you could call it God you could call it anything you like. And its all of us. Its playing all the parts of all beings whatsoever everywhere and anywhere.

And it’s playing the game of hide and seek with itself. It gets lost, it gets involved in the farthest out adventures but in the end it always wakes up, and comes back to itself. And when you’re ready to wake up, you’re gonna wake up. And if you’re not ready your gonna stay pretending that you’re poor little me.”

with background music by Kitaro- “Endless Water” and “Tree” from his album “Ki”….

Recommended reading – The Joyous Cosmology, by Alan Watts

http://www.psychedelic-library.org/JC…

Excerpt-

“T0 BEGIN WITH, this world has a different kind of time. It is the time of biological rhythm, not of the clock and all that goes with the clock. There is no hurry. Our sense of time is notoriously subjective and thus dependent upon the quality of our attention, whether of interest or boredom, and upon the alignment of our behavior in terms of routines, goals, and deadlines. Here the present is self-sufficient, but it is not a static present. It is a dancing present — the unfolding of a pattern which has no specific destination in the future but is simply its own point. It leaves and arrives simultaneously, and the seed is as much the goal as the flower. There is therefore time to perceive every detail of the movement with infinitely greater richness of articulation. Normally we do not so much look at things as overlook them. The eye sees types and classes—flower, leaf, rock, bird, fire—mental pictures of things rather than things, rough outlines filled with flat color, always a little dusty and dim. But here the depth of light and structure in a bursting bud go on forever. There is time to see them, time for the whole intricacy of veins and capillaries to develop in consciousness, time to see down and down into the shape of greenness, which is not green at all, but a whole spectrum generalizing itself as green — purple, gold, the sunlit turquoise of the ocean, the intense luminescence of the emerald. I cannot decide where shape ends and color begins. The bud has opened and the fresh leaves fan out and curve back with a gesture which is unmistakably communicative but does not say anything except, “Thus!” And somehow that is quite satisfactory, even startlingly clear. The meaning is transparent in the same way that the color and the texture are transparent, with light which does not seem to fall upon surfaces from above but to be right inside the structure and color.

Which is of course where it is, for light is an inseparable trinity of sun, object, and eye, and the chemistry of the leaf is its color, its light. But at the same time color and light are the gift of the eye to the leaf and the sun. Transparency is the property of the eyeball, projected outward as luminous space, interpreting quanta of energy in terms of the gelatinous fibers in the head. I begin to feel that the world is at once inside my head and outside it, and the two, inside and outside, begin to include or “cap” one another like an infinite series of concentric spheres. I am unusually aware that everything I am sensing is also my body — that light, color, shape, sound, and texture are terms and properties of the brain conferred upon the outside world. I am not looking at the world, not confronting it; I am knowing it by a continuous process of transforming it into myself, so that everything around me, the whole globe of space, no longer feels away from me but in the middle. This is at first confusing. I am not quite sure of the direction from which sounds come. The visual space seems to reverberate with them as if it were a drum. The surrounding hills rumble with the sound of a truck, and the rumble and the color-shape of the hills become one and the same gesture. I use that word deliberately and shall use it again. The hills are moving into their stillness. They mean something because they are being transformed into my brain, and my brain is an organ of meaning. The forests of redwood trees upon them look like green fire, and the copper gold of the sun-dried grass heaves immensely into the sky. Time is so slow as to be a kind of eternity, and the flavor of eternity transfers itself to the hills— burnished mountains which I seem to remember from an immeasurably distant past, at once so unfamiliar as to be exotic and yet as familiar as my own hand.”

~Alan Watts